The Candor sing the praises of the truth, but they never tell you how much it costs.
I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.
I don't really control the story. I just let it go where it wants to go. I have no idea what's going to happen in the end or who's going to live, so it's kind of like me saying, "I don't know, guys! Just wait." That's what I'm doing!
I will be my undoing If I become my obsession.
i like to think that im helping them by hating them
I close my eyes. I don't expect Four to reassure me, and he makes no effort to, but I feel better standing here than I did out there among the people who are my friends, my faction.